Hello again! And for a short summary of my holiday, I made friends with a cat in Venice, drooled over Italian guys in Rome, got a tan on the Amalfi Coast (sp?) and swam in these really cool caves in crystal blue water. Heh.

Okie Dokie… Last chapter was a little depressing and not very fun, so I'm gonna make it up to you in this chapter… Enjoy!

CHAPTER TWENTY

Harry stretched out contentedly on the sofa, a smile on his face. It was sunny again today. And the last day of holidays. And all he had to do was… relax.

Harry sat up slowly and went through his usual meditation routine, and by the time he was done, he was grinning like a complete and utter maniac.

Bliss.

After dressing, Harry slowly made his way up to the Great Hall for breakfast, enjoying the scents of summer, knowing that this was his last day of beautiful, sweet freedom.

Harry pushed the doors to the Great Hall open, and suppressed a grin as his vision was flooded with sunlight.

Nothing could ruin this day.

Nearly every one was at the table, but Rosie, Hermione, Tonks, and Ginny were all missing.

Not giving it another thought, Harry started piling bacon onto his plate. The door swung open, and in entered the girls.

"Harry!"

They sat across from him, panting and grinning.

"We've been looking all over for you!" cried Rosie happily.

Nothing could ruin this day.

"We want you to come with us…" began Ginny excitedly.

Nothing. Could. Ruin. This. Day.

"To go…" said Tonks.

Absolutely nothing.

"SHOPPING!" They all chorused loudly.

Nothing. Ruin. HIS. Day.

This took a while to register in Harry's brain.

"Shopping?" he repeated dumbly.

"Yep," said Hermione slowly, grinning slyly. "You're the guest of honour."

"We would have chosen some one else, you see," said Rosie thoughtfully.

"But since your clothes are so terrible," said Tonks.

"We chose you!" Ginny said happily.

"So we're going to go into muggle London and buy you a WHOLE new outfit, courtesy of me, and since I'm a competent auror, you'll be safe!" Tonks cried.

"No," said Harry firmly.

"Sorry, Harry, but you don't have a choice." Said Rosie, giving him a devious grin.

"So finish your breakfast, and then we'll go!"

Harry looked at their hard, determined stare, and sighed.

Crap.

Something ruined this day.

Resigned to his fate, Harry ate his breakfast with a look of complete and utter misery on his face, resembling someone who just lost his or her best friend.

"Cheer up, angel," Severus whispered, "I would've thought you'd jump for the chance to spend a day with your darling Rosie."

That earned him a sharp kick under the table.

.

"Right," said Tonks in a no-nonsense tone. "Where to? There's that shop… nah too colourful. I think you'd suit black, and maybe a dark green. It would bring out your eyes."

Harry rolled his eyes at her analyses, his arms crossed across his chest in an appraising manner, slender fingers tapping his upper arm in a nonchalant fashion.

"That one," said Ginny firmly, pointing at a small clothing store on the corner named, 'Black Roses'.

Harry rolled his eyes for the second time.

"Oh," he said sarcastically, "how cheery."

But still, they bodily dragged him toward the dank building.

When they pushed open the door, a little bell chimed above them. Ginny jumped.

Music was playing from speakers situated in each corner, and the girl at the counter looked up. She smiled.

"Hey."

"Hello!" said Tonks. "I'm looking for and outfit for my friend here." Tonks gestured toward Harry absently, as if he didn't matter. "You think you can help this fashion disaster out?"

Harry saw a boy in the corner of the room look up from his magazine absently and give him a sympathetic glance.

The girl looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Ah," she said suddenly, "I've got just the thing."

She hurried around the room frantically, picking out random things, and often saying, "No, no. That won't do…" and shoving it back, or exclaiming loudly, "YES!" and ripping it from the stand. She would often glance at Harry, checking his eye colour, his frame, and his height.

Finally, she was finished.

"Here," she said, panting lightly. "Try this."

She grabbed a tee shirt and jeans from the pile of clothes that had gained her approval.

And to Harry's dismay, they were all green and black.

Bloody girls.

The girl pushed him toward a changing cubicle.

Harry frowned suddenly, looking at the jeans.

"Don't these jeans look a little-"

She slammed the door behind him.

"Small…" he finished weakly.

"Try it on!" yelled Rosie, sounding muffled from the other side of the door.

With a resigned sigh, he started changing.

"Oh, HELL no!"

He heard insane giggling from the other side of the door.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione, her voice choked on laughter.

"The jeans are about ten sizes too small, that's what's wrong!" Harry yelled.

He heard the shop girl sigh.

"Here," she yelled. "Try these."

She threw a pair of identical jeans over the door, only they were bigger.

Harry tugged them on.

"Better," Harry said uncertainly. "But I still don't know."

The jeans were slightly baggy, but not so much that they were slipping down his ass.

"Let's see!" they chorused.

Slowly, Harry opened the door.

"Awww!" cooed the girls. "You look so… so adorable!"

Harry blushed.

Rosie grinned and nodded.

"Perfect. The tee shirt is nice, too."

The tee shirt wasn't tight, but not too loose either. It was black, with a dark green trim around the neck and sleeves.

"So is that a yes?" asked the girl.

"YES!" said Tonks and Rosie in unison.

The shop girl smiled.

"I think we have a bad boy thing going on here. Especially with the black jeans."

She winked at him.

"So!" She clapped her hands together. "What's next?"

Tonks pulled out a plain black tee shirt and some black trousers.

And five minutes later, Harry emerged from the cubicle wearing a tight black tee shirt and some loosely fitted track pants (black, of course.)

Hermione was regarding Harry's scruffy trainers skeptically.

"Got any shoes?" Hermione asked suddenly.

The shop girl nodded.

"Of course," she said. "Just at the back there."

The girls headed to the shoe stand with their backs to Harry, whispering things to each other.

"These?"

"No, no, no. Not those. These…"

There was a pause.

"Perfect."

And the girls turned, hiding the shoes behind their backs.

"Drum roll please!" cried Ginny. Tonks leapt forward and started beating on the counter.

Rosie pulled the shoes out from behind her back with great flourish, crying, "Ta-daaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Harry groaned when he saw a pair of black combat boots.

"I should have guessed," he muttered.

"Oh, really," said Hermione grumpily. "You could've at least pretended to be happy."

"Oh, joy," said Harry bleakly. "Can we go now?"

"Nope!" cried Tonks. "So, we've got the track pants, the jeans, and the two tee shirts, and, of course, the boots…"

Tonks walked toward the stands of clothes and started flicking through them absently.

"Now all we need," she said quietly.

Then she pulled something out.

"Is a TRENCH COAT!"

Harry's eyes widened.

"W-What?" he choked. "Seriously, you're making me look like I hide in a dark alley way and jump out at girls. What are you going to make me get next? Dark sunglasses?"

The shop girl jumped up.

"Why didn't I think of that?"

And with out further ado, she pulled out some… wait for it… dark sunglasses.

"The lens is tinted green for this really cool effect. Try them!"

"No way," said Harry darkly, taking a step back. "No way. I was only joking about the sunglasses. Don't you people take a joke?"

Apparently, they didn't.

So Harry was forced to try on the track pants, the tight black tee shirt, the trench coat, combat boots and the sunglasses.

The girls cheered when he emerged.

"We've got ourselves a class A bad boy here!" cried Ginny.

"No! There's something missing…" said Rosie slowly.

She whispered something to the shop girl and she nodded.

"Here," said Rosie in a deadly serious tone. She handed him some black, finger- less gloves. "Very cool."

"Awesome!" whispered the shop girl. "Where did you get that tattoo?"

Harry panicked suddenly, thinking that the star tattoo on his forehead was somehow showing. Rosie absently touched her unmarked forehead, looking worried.

"What tattoo?" asked Harry quickly.

"That one on the back of your left hand, silly," she said. "It's so cool!"

Harry looked down, frowning. On the back of his left hand was a tattoo of a black wing. Harry sent Rosie an inquiring glance, and she shrugged. Her hands had no mysterious tattoo in sight.

So they approached the counter with jeans, track pants, two tee shirts, trench coat, a black turtleneck and a black hoody (Tonks had thrown that in the pile when he wasn't looking), combat boots, sunglasses, finger-less gloves, and, naturally, socks.

Hermione handled the money.

.

As the group sat down in a small muggle coffee shop, they started chatting about the mysterious appearance of the black wing.

"Tattoo's don't just appear like that," said Tonks worriedly. "Maybe we should go to Dumbledore…"

"No," said Harry firmly. "It's nothing. I'll just use my new finger-less gloves to cover it!"

That successfully changed the topic onto clothes.

Harry leaned back, tuning out the conversation. Tonks was right. Tattoos don't just appear like that. And Harry was going to discover the mystery behind it, no matter what.

AN: Another chapter done! Please review!

Athenakitty:

Will Harry and Rosie get the ring? That's for me to know and you to find out.

Will they prank Voldie? Maybe…

Will Tonks get more interesting things? Huh?

Lady Lily3: Ron will find out eventually, but not yet. You'll find out how Sev reacts soon enough!

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Here goes:

I'm flattered that you're flattered that I'm flattered that you're flattered that I'm flattered that you're flattered that I'm flattered that you're flattered that I'm flattered!

That's going to take up half my chapter soon.

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